Southern Hospitality

speech , Farai speech

Wyvern sauntered towards the shore, Farai trailing behind her. The warmth of this more southern region was nice even if her now thick autumn coat meant she was somewhat uncomfortable, the northern home of Winterfell had quickly lead to the girl adapting to the harsher weather, even with her northern bred coat. Still, she was enjoying her small vacation.

The girl had heard there was a fishing contest and priding herself on her hunting ability she knew she had to participate. She chose a place away from many of the other wolves and settled herself on the edge of the water, waiting for something tempting to swim by. Farai settled next to her, folding her paws under her chest and sunning herself, though not before she chuckled. "Do you remember the last time you went fishing?" Wyvern glared at her companion and shushed her before quickly flashing a paw out to try and scoop up a fish that got close enough.